Sunday, November 11, 2012

Forbid, forbid

Forbid, forbid the trees to dance,the birds to sing, the horse to prance.Forbid in each new circumstancethe semblance of mirth.Set the geese in throngs to fly,the light to wane, the leaves to die,the wind to breathe a mournful sighacross the weary earth.Forget the golden summer days,the gladsome bloom, the warming rays.Forget the robin's merry waysin this time of dearth.

About the author

I am a husband and father living in Louisville, Kentucky. Inspiration for my writing includes: the beauty of nature, the human condition, moral philosophy, life and love, all things innocent and wholesome, and my own Catholic spirituality.
I plan on posting an original poem or vignette every few days.
Feel free to critique or comment on any of the works that I have posted, whether old or new.